The Voices In My Head Are Trying To Kill.
Anywhere Every Where Their In My Head
And I Can't Get Them Out
Sometimes It's Mumbling
The Mumbling Gets Me Confused
Sometimes It's Screaming
The Screaming Makes Me Curl Up In A Corner And Cry
And Other Times.
It's Scary Because
It's Like The Voices Possess My Mind
And Anything They Tell Me To Do, I Do It On Command
But Then Right Before I Do Something Terrible
I Wake Up From What Seems Like A Dream.
And I Realize That I'm Either
Holding Pills,
Or
Standing On A Chair With A Rope Around My Neck
And Sometimes I Realize What I've Done To My Wrists, Stomach, & Thighs
As The Blood Running Down With The Razor Sharp Blade In My Hand
The Voices Scare Me.
And Then.
I'm Scared Of Myself.
YOU ARE READING
You're Too Late, I'm Already Broken
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